Author: Lord Byron

From Job A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of immortality unveiled – Deep sleep came down on […]

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here’s […]

Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel, […]

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and […]

And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so […]

I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or […]

Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet’s form appear. ‘Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the […]

Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone […]

BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF ‘WAT TYLER’ ‘A Daniel come to judgment! […]

I ‘Tis done but yesterday a King! And arm’d with Kings to strive And now thou art a nameless thing: […]

Think’st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Suffus’d in tears, implore to stay; And heard unmov’d thy plenteous sighs, Which […]

The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur’d ‘mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the […]

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of […]

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war […]

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art; For there thy habitation is the heart— The […]

My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide […]

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the […]

When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing […]

In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense […]

There be none of Beauty’s daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet […]